One more and then I’m a little closer;
On the path that is keeping me in the air,
While the ground is crumbling to dust
Around my feet. But I can see
Nothing but the tiny curl of your lips,
Into the closest thing to my heart;
And a smile that will light up my way
Through darkness and despair,
Like it’s keeping my feet in the air.
Sreedevi.
On the path that is keeping me in the air,
While the ground is crumbling to dust
Around my feet. But I can see
Nothing but the tiny curl of your lips,
Into the closest thing to my heart;
And a smile that will light up my way
Through darkness and despair,
Like it’s keeping my feet in the air.
Sreedevi.
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